The land that was once fertile had now become an ocean of blood and ash.
On the burning horizon, three banners fluttered proudly. The dark red of the Legends, the mystical blue of Mythologia, and the blazing purple of Nartagia.
Yet that pride had long since vanished, replaced by hatred so deeply rooted it reached the very marrow of their bones.
The History War had raged for three centuries.
No one remembered how it all began, what remained was only inherited hatred and the burning desire to prove who deserved to write the history of the world.
Whether true history, myth, or fiction would dominate reality.
In the battlefield of Death Valley, where the bones of warriors from all three races lay scattered like white carpet, the final battle began.
King Sirius of the Legend race stood atop a pile of corpses, his red eyes blazing with the fire of Lenergy flowing from his heart throughout his entire body.
Lenergy, the life energy that strengthened their physical forms and enabled the use of magic that only some Legends could perform.
Most Lenergy was utilized for bodily endurance in all aspects, even reaching the stage where Legends could ignore magic through physical strength alone.
In Sirius's hands, the legendary sword burning with black fire began to rise.
"You parasites of history!" he roared with a voice that echoed to the heavens.
"Only we, the Legends, can write true history! Your myths and fictions are nothing but garbage!"
Lenergy flowed from his heart to his brain, creating millions of magical projections simply through imagination.
Though Legends possessed no particular skill in magic, Sirius was one of those who could harness sorcery thanks to his own Lenergy capacity.
That's the reason why he could become a king leading many Legends.
All surviving Legends released cries filled with rage, as if they still knew not the meaning of surrender until their struggle reached its goal.
"Legends Never Die...!!!"
From the opposite side, King Vorthak of the Mythologia race raised his black crystal staff to the sky.
Mana flowed through his blood like sweet poison, granting him the power to manipulate myths into terrifying reality.
"True history is myth!" his voice echoed with supernatural force.
"Truth is too weak to endure!"
Black mana flowed from his body, summoning mythological creatures that had long been buried in dark legends.
A nine-headed Hydra emerged from the bloodied earth, its breath releasing poisonous gas that killed anyone who inhaled it.
A Sphinx with riddles of death soared through the sky, ready to tear apart anyone who could not answer its questions.
But most terrifying was when Vorthak transformed himself. His body began to mutate, his bones elongating, his skin becoming black scales, and his eyes turning into burning coals.
He became the incarnation of all the horror myths that had ever been whispered in darkness.
In the midst of the chaos, Gysier of the Nartagia race floated in the air with shimmering purple energy wings.
Mana flowed through his body in complex patterns, enabling him to create reality from pure imagination.
"Fiction is the ultimate truth!" he cried while releasing power that made space-time tremble.
"Only unlimited imagination!"
With a gesture of his hands, Gysier created an army made of nightmares and darkest fantasies.
Aliens from outer space with impossible technology, monsters from other dimensions that defied the laws of physics, and futuristic war machines that could destroy mountains with a single shot.
Yet this power devoured his soul. Every time he created something, a part of himself vanished, trapped within the fiction he conjured. His face began to fade, becoming like a shadow barely visible.
When the three forces collided, reality itself began to crack. The sky changed colors randomly into red, purple, blue, then pitch black.
The ground beneath them began to shift shape, sometimes becoming lava, sometimes ice, sometimes total void.
Sirius attacked with physical strength enhanced by Lenergy, cleaving the Hydra in two. But the creature immediately regrew, even larger and more vicious.
Black blood flowed heavily from Sirius' eyes, yet he continued fighting with his legendary heroes.
Vorthak unleashed ancient spells that turned the air to acid. Legend warriors began to melt, their skin peeling like burning paper.
But all Legends released auras generated from Lenergy manifestations in their hearts, gaining immunity to poison.
Gysier created a mini black hole that sucked in all creatures around it.
But Vorthak used teleportation magic, while Sirius released full Lenergy that helped him fly away from that deadly gravity.
The battle transformed into a horrifying dance of death. Every attack destroyed not only bodies but reality itself.
All Legends fought mythological monsters spewing hellfire, while Nartagia's futuristic creatures fired laser beams that could split dimensions.
Blood pooled ankle-deep, mixing with shattered mana crystals and fragments of Lenergy that still glimmered.
Screams of agony blended with explosive sounds that shattered the sky.
Every breath was poison, every step was upon the corpses of their own brethren.
As the battle reached its climax, the three leaders began paying the ultimate price for their powers.
Sirius collapsed, his heart and brain nearly ceasing to function from excessive Lenergy use.
Vorthak lost control of his mutation. His body continued transforming into increasingly horrific monsters, yet he began losing consciousness.
The mythological creatures he summoned began to rebel, attacking him with uncontrolled fury.
Gysier had almost completely vanished, his body becoming transparent like thin mist.
The fictions he created began taking over reality, creating uncontrolled dimensional chaos. His alien creations began attacking everything that moved, including himself.
In the midst of total destruction, when the three races were nearly annihilating each other, something unexpected happened.
The sky suddenly trembled with power that surpassed anything ever witnessed in the History War.
A dimensional rift opened above the battlefield, and from there descended a figure that made the entire battle halt in fear and awe.
Magnus, Father of All Legends, revealed himself with a Lenergy aura so pure and tremendous that the air around him sparkled like liquid diamond.
His towering body possessed eyes that blazed white like stars, and every step he took made reality itself tremble in respect.
"ENOUGH!" his voice thundered with power that made mountains crack.
Lenergy flowed from his entire body in infinite waves, not focused on heart and brain like ordinary Legends, but from every cell in his body.
Vorthak and Gysier, witnessing this legendary figure, immediately felt primitive fear seeping to their bones.
This was the figure whose name was whispered in the most ancient legends, the Father of Legends, who was said to have vanished since the beginning of the History War.
"How dare you wage war in our universe!" Magnus raised his right hand.
The Lenergy emanating from him was pure gold, different from the Lenergy possessed by other Legends.
"This is our territory! The Legend's territory! You have trespassed upon our sacred ground!"
With slow but commanding gestures, Magnus created enormous dimensional portals.
The first portal, mystical blue, led to the Mythologia universe, while the second, dark purple, led to the Nartagia dimension.
"RETURN TO YOUR RESPECTIVE REALMS!" he roared, and the power emanating from him created a Lenergy storm that swept across the entire battlefield.
Vorthak along with all his remaining forces, mythological creatures, and even fragments of their magical energy were forcibly sucked into the blue portal.
The Mythologia King tried to resist, releasing all his black Mana power, but it was like dust trying to fight a hurricane.
"This is not over!" he screamed before his mutated body vanished, swallowed by the portal.
Gysier, already nearly transparent, could do nothing as he and all his fictional creations were sucked into the purple portal.
Futuristic aliens, interdimensional war machines, and all his terrifying imaginations vanished in an instant.
"Fiction... will return..." he whispered before disappearing completely.
After both portals closed with a thunderous roar that split the sky, Magnus walked toward Sirius, who lay dying.
Golden blood flowed from his crown prince's eyes and nose.
"Sirius, my son," Magnus's voice softened, yet still thundered with unlimited power.
"You have fought valiantly, but this is not yet your time to die."
Magnus placed his hand on Sirius's chest, and golden Lenergy flowed into the king's body, healing his wounds and restoring his strength.
Sirius coughed up his last blood before his eyes blazed red once more.
"Father... Magnus..." Sirius stammered, unable to believe that the legendary figure he had thought mythical was real.
"Why do you come now?"
Magnus stood tall, then raised both hands as high as possible to the sky.
Golden Lenergy flowed from him in unimaginable forms.
Not just one element, but the entire spectrum of power existing in the universe.
Fire...
Water...
Earth...
Lightning...
Wind...
Plants...
Darkness...
Light...
All these elements flowed from Magnus's body and transformed into particles of light that spread throughout the universe.
Each particle carried power and healing that began repairing the damage caused by the History War.
Barren land began to green again, the cracked sky began to mend, and poisonous air became clear.
Even the scattered corpses began transforming into golden dust carried by the wind, granting them peaceful final rest.
"Sirius," Magnus lowered his hands and gazed at his son.
"What you accomplished today is only the beginning. The true war has not yet begun."
"The true war?" Sirius tried to stand, his body still trembling despite being healed.
"Yes," Magnus nodded slowly.
"The Mythologia and Nartagia we banished today will return, and they will bring far more terrifying allies."
"They will seek ways to attack not only your physical forms, but also the souls and essence of Legend existence itself."
Magnus walked away, each step leaving golden footprints on the ground. "Prepare yourself, my son."
"You must gather the Legends granted Origin power to ensure greater victory for the Legends..."
"They are called Origin Legends."
"Wait, Father!" Sirius shouted as Magnus's figure began to fade.
"Where are you going? Why won't you help us?"
"There are forces greater than the History War moving behind the scenes," Magnus's voice grew distant and echoing.
"I must ensure the balance of the universe remains maintained."
"But remember, Sirius. Legends Never Die, not because you cannot die, but because your legacy will live forever."
With a final flash of golden light, Magnus vanished, leaving Sirius alone in the middle of the battlefield that had begun to recover.
In the sky, stars began to shine again, but Sirius knew this was only false calm before a more devastating storm struck.
The Legend King clenched his fists, feeling Lenergy flowing stronger than before thanks to his father's touch.
His eyes gazed toward the two closed portals with burning determination.
"Mythologia, Nartagia," he whispered in a voice cold and full of threat.
"This time you may retreat, but when you return, we will be ready."
...
...
Before Magnus's arrival...
In a forgotten corner of the Death Valley battlefield, tucked between piles of scattered corpses, a small child lay with breath nearly extinguished.
Blood flowed from wounds covering his tiny body, and his pale black eyes began losing the light of life.
Seiya, a five-year-old orphan, should not have been there.
He had gotten lost while fleeing from his village, which was destroyed by the war's devastation.
Now, in the midst of hell created by three races slaughtering each other, his small life was nearly extinguished.
The tremendous battle between Sirius, Vorthak, and Gysier thundered in the distance.
Every energy explosion made the ground tremble, every cry of rage made the air shake. But Seiya could no longer hear anything. The world in his eyes began to darken.
"Someone... please..." Seiya tried to call for help but ended up collapsing on the ground.
His vision blurred as if he could feel his end drawing near.
But...
Magnus's arrival triggered a change that ended the war, until he warned the Legend nation about the coming war.
Not only that, he spoke of Legends who would be granted Origin, making them Origin Legends.
Before he departed, he released those particles...
And one of the particles representing light struck Seiya's chest until gentle golden light began to shine.
Origin Light had chosen Seiya.
The power that supposedly existed only in the most ancient legends, the power believed to choose heirs of destiny at the most critical moments in history.
The golden light flowed from Seiya's heart, penetrating his brain until his hair and eyes immediately turned gold.
He screamed and fell from the pain pressing his chest, as if death was drawing very near.
Seiya coughed, blood flowing from his mouth, but his eyes became clear again.
He tried to sit up, confused by what was happening to him.
The golden light in his chest still shone gently, pulsing like a second heart.
"Little child..." a heavy voice sounded beside him.
Seiya's gradually returning vision saw a woman with long black hair, her battle clothes slightly damaged.
Her body was covered with wounds and blood, but she could still stand while showing an expression of shock and concern.
She was one of the Legends who happened to witness Magnus's particle release entering the child, understanding that he was one of the Origin Legends.
But with his condition, especially being still a small child, the woman was certain he could not survive in a world full of violence and cruelty.
The woman knelt before Seiya to help him stand. "May I know your name and where your parents are...?"
"Seiya... I don't have a Mother and Father anymore... I don't remember... they're gone..." Seiya shook his head.
"No family name or relatives..." the woman thought.
"My name is Shimatsu Kirasaki, nice to meet you, little Seiya." Kirasaki gently patted his head.
Afterward, she immediately looked around only to see some Legends had already left and some remained to report the situation to Sirius.
"Whether I like it or not, I must take and train this child so he won't be killed by it..." Kirasaki thought to herself.
"Hey..." Kirasaki looked at Seiya, who appeared innocent.
"Would you like to come with me to fight as a worthy Legend?"
Upon hearing those words, Seiya trembled with fear until he closed both eyes, tears flowing heavily and transforming into particles of light.
Struggle...
He knew clearly the meaning of struggle after trying to survive such devastating warfare.
Seeing so many innocent people killed for nothing, trying to save them but unable due to his inability as a small child, and worse, seeing many people killed because they wanted to protect him.
Kirasaki could see the pain and suffering Seiya experienced until she immediately embraced him. "Don't be afraid, I will protect you until you can become a worthy Legend, okay?"
"Please... Please train and educate me to become a worthy Legend..."
"...Master."